tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24122008539681327532024-03-05T17:24:05.672-06:00Writer MDWI am an independent—coffee house—film producer and write stories.WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-87063360898773635832022-07-09T19:26:00.003-05:002022-07-09T21:39:07.054-05:00P. I. Frank Brown: Coffee or Bourbon?<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">It's midnight. I have been sitting in my car for hours. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The rain has been a blurry vail over m</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">y car all </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">night and is causing a low-set fog as it rests on the streets. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b id="docs-internal-guid-f5a1100b-7fff-7610-d125-8c10052ca153" style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">When on a stakeout, you have to be patient, but I have </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">only a little coffee left, and it is </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">cold. I finished </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">my last burger about an hour ago and knew I should have picked up </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">some </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">donuts before blending in. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'll wait 15 more minutes, and if I see no one, I'm going </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">in. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need to verify the cases I choose—better.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">My name is Frank, Frank Brown, and I'm a private </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">investigator. I try not to take these </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">overnight cases, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">but something about this one made me curious. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">After drinking my last sip of cold coffee, I thought, who </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">usually goes to a blood bank at </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">1 a.m. five nights a </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">week? And on top of that, this guy looks whiter than the </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">moon on a </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">clear night. I'm still sorting through the crime </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">photos—while endlessly sitting here </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">waiting and thinking </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">to myself, does this person have a bizarre fetish and </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">have anemia? </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">That idea cancels itself out pretty fast, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">considering what I have on the shortlist—this guy </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">is very </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">fit and is never out in the sunlight. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The only background I could find on the mysterious John </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Smith I am looking for may </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">not even be his own. The </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">age—that I got from my client—was only an approximation </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">of Mr. Smith's actual age. Including his location, country, </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">and city of origin, the man </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">turned up to be born 60 years </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">before the person I am searching for was ever an </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">accident. I wish I had brought a bottle of bourbon instead </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">of coffee.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I watch the curtains light from behind the window in front </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">of his apartment. My attention </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">is now on the door and </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">nothing else. The light behind the window curtains goes </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">black. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">I wait a minute, then two, and watch as no one </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">exits the door. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I hear the walking of hard-heel shoes on concrete and </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">see nothing. I look in my </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">rearview mirror and see who </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">I'm waiting for, walking down the street away from </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">my car. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">How, how is that possible—</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I quickly sit my now empty coffee thermos on the </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">floorboard. I open my car door </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">with a large part of my </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">weight and have my trigger hand wrapped around the </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">pistol butt. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Standing next to my car, I do not see him. He was not </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">running, and the fog wasn't too </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">dense to hide him that </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">fast. He vanished!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span><br /></span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">As soon as I take my hand off the pistol butt, I feel two </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">fingers touch me—one on </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">each temple. My vision starts </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">to fade fast, and my body becomes weak. During </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">the </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">lowering of my eyesight and the altitude of my head, I </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">look for his reflection </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">in the car window, but there is no </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">reflection to be seen. Before my eyes close all </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">the way, I </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre;">have one more thought—</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I wish I had brought a bottle of bourbon as old as </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Mr. Smith.</span></p>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-23249194556671133702021-10-17T02:09:00.004-05:002021-10-17T02:30:16.915-05:00The Grindhouse 42nd Street Killer<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Grindhouse 42</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: 0.6em; vertical-align: super;">nd</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Street Killer</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jack the Ripper—a man of mystery and terror. I said, man, but no one knows for sure. The Ripper could have been a woman. Another thing about Saucy Jack, his total kill score is only estimated at five kills. I know the number may be arguable by names and locations, but I am taking the, for sure, known kills.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My name is Jimmy Thomas. I am 76 years old, a retired film projectionist, and a former serial killer. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> bet you have never seen that on a resume.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have always loved the mystery of Jack the Ripper—like I like my movies. That is why I chose to be a projectionist. I love being a projectionist and have always worked in the Grindhouse theaters. The Grindhouse is not only a place to work but is a great hunting ground when my film skills are not required.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have decided to write my memoirs, older, retired, and never been caught, like Jack the Ripper. Not sure if it will be incriminating, but there is no evidence or witnesses.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sept 14th, 1976 8:00 P.M.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">P</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">rojection Booth: </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The projection booth is my second home. I try to keep it clean, but I am never good at picking up and throwing away pizza boxes or hamburger wrappers. On the other hand, I have everything categorized (splicing tape, splicer, reels, bulbs, cleaners) and set in perfect locations, so I know where I need to find something in case of a film emergency. There is nothing worse than having a film break or bulb outage and people throwing popcorn and soft drinks at the booth.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I watch the grindhouse films as much as possible while working in the booth, and they are not only entertaining but educational at the same time. I never attended college, but I have a high IQ and found my direction in life.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Unlike Family and Hollywood theaters, Grindhouse theaters are full of drunks and people looking for the extreme on the screen. Rarely will a grindhouse theater show a typical Hollywood movie, and tonight is not one of those nights. These are the nights I enjoy.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Let me explain my protocol and the things that I need to follow to ensure my freedom.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">1) Only enter the theater itself when a new 20 or 40-minute reel has just started, for time flexibility in the attack.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">2) Make sure there is no patron in the grindhouse sitting behind you, other than passed-out drunks.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">3) The louder the movie, the better time for the attack.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">4) The most action-packed scenes, the faster bleed-out time (escalated heart rate).</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">5) The Larger the popcorn bucket (popcorn can absorb blood), the easier it is to dispose of blood.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">6) Make sure they are sitting next to or close to the exit door, and it is not locked or blocked.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">11:30 P.M.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Grindhouse Theater:</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I rigged up a double film reel to have 40 minutes of film spooled onto the reel. This way, I have time on my side, correction, never too much time, but always too little.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The number of patrons in the theater made me thankful I still have a job. New York is shit, and jobs are right on its tail.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have a flashlight and am shining it face down at a slight angle. No one wants to wake a sleeping bear, or should I say a passed-out drunk, the common prey thinks I am an usher checking the aisles for anything naughty.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The drunks are at a low attendance tonight, which makes things easier for me and my activities.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What’s that... whose there," says Buddy. He is usually a four-night out-of-the-week bum that sleeps in the theater.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It's just me, Buddy."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Oh, hey Jimmy," murmurs Buddy, with a half-cocked smile.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Go back to sleep, Buddy. I'm just checking the aisles."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Buddy nods his head.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The time is ticking, frame by frame. I am walking back up the center aisle to analyze my options. I calculated four passed-out bums, including Buddy, one paranoid patron who must have mistaken tonight as porn night, and two patrons sitting together resembling underground filmmakers. Hmm! I forgot to go to the confessional this week, so no bums. The two underground filmmakers may make an educated grindhouse film one day, so no underground filmmakers. I guess the mistaken porn patron is the lucky one tonight. He happens to be sitting on the opposite side of the aisle. I could not ask for an easier kill.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I once had a person ask me if I do what I do for money or enjoyment. I happily answered yes, as I slid the blade across his throat. Do you think the union remembers a projectionist they put in a Grindhouse theater? I have to live.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am rolling the trash can on wheels in front of me as I softly walk down the left aisle—I stop three rows behind my entertainment and leave the trash can secure against the outer seat. The patron’s eyes—glued to the screen—so there is no need for me to be so quiet in my actions. I sat in the chair directly behind him. Looking at the screen, I can now understand why his eyes are frozen. If only he knew he would soon be seeing what he sees but through the eyes of the victim.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">From watching the entertaining film so many times, I know what is getting ready to happen. I slide the ice pick from my jacket, followed by sliding the hammer from my sleeve.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Time is ticking frame by frame!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am waiting for the screams from the screen and the darkness from the victim’s death. I aim the ice pick to just the right location at the base of his neck.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Frame—Frame—Frame—Frame—Frame—</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“AHHHHHHHHHH!” The theater is dark as night.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I drive the ice pick deep into my entertainment’s neck. I hear a muffled scream and feel a small temporary squirt of blood that hits me on the bridge of my nose. I allow the ice pick to remain secure.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My time is running out. I have no choice but to leave my entertainment alone, so I can change over the projectors to run the last reel.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oh, he will remain seated. I am the director of the new show at hand.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">By the time I am back in the booth, I wipe my forehead and sweat my hand. I turn off one projector and turn on the other. One frame cues another. I turn off the booth light and rush back to the stage.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I quietly roll the trash can to the star of my film and easily pull him to his new chariot—the trash can. He never fights back. I guess I am getting better with the ice pick because he is paralyzed, except for his eyes and breathing. I need to start picking lighter entertainment—he was heavier than I thought.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The film on the screen is coming to a climax. The few losers left in the theater are not easily interrupted, so I had no problem following my film stars chariot out the front side exit door right into the alley.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">*****</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Back to what I said earlier, I do not make enough money being a projectionist in a grindhouse theater to live, so I found a new way to help bring in funds.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take my stars chariot and tip it over; he rolls out on the dirty asphalt in the alley. Seeing how he is almost face down on his side, I roll him over and straighten him out. His eyes are blinking fast. There is no emotion on his face, but his eyes can tell a thousand stories.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I reach behind the trash into a covey hole located in the brick wall. It never gets wet, and there I can store my camera and knives before I start my shift. I have everything I need. I have many contacts acquired from working at the theater and can sell them pictures of my still-frame film massacres. Even I will say, these characters that buy my still-frame film are very shady. Should I care? They pay well.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take my star and unbutton his shirt. He does not have as much fat on him as I thought, so less cutting time. His eyes are rotating in every direction.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“No need to worry.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His eyes are moving even faster. They look like fireworks exploding on the 4th of July.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Action!”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I slowly ran my knife across his stomach—cutting his skin enough to bring blood to the top. I grab my camera and focus on a body shot, including his wide-open eyes. It is hitting me, the vision for my film.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have the knife even deeper into his skin and deep enough to cut into the muscle. His eyes are looking like New Year's Eve flashing even more. My camera is the catcher of souls—always telling stories never thought of before.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I notice as my star starts getting weaker. My knife gets deeper into his canvas. So before I let him die in fame, I take the ice pick out of his neck and let the fluids start flowing. Able to squirm and crawl but cannot walk. He finds it upon himself to try and leave the set. Only to find the more he crawls on the dirty, infectious alley, his intestines fall out slowly and start following him. Every time he reaches, he only causes the intestine train to get longer.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s it—you are a born star.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Uhhhhh, Uhhhhh,” says the star.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This is my best film yet. No dialogue, please.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There have been four minutes of the slowly dragged intestine, and I think I have all the pictures possible in that position. I still have three shots left on the roll. What can I do?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You should win an award for your performance. What can we do to finish with a spectacular ending?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The star slowly pulls his hands up to his throat, “Uhhhhh… Waaaa…”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s it,” I say with excitement!</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I helpfully grab the star by his shoulders, dragging him to the wall and propping him up. I look upward and see a pipe coming out of the wall. I Follow this intestine to the end and grab it. I throw it around the rusty pipe and pull it till it causes tension. I feel like plucking at it to see what note it makes, but pictures are soundless. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You ready?”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Looking at me, he drags his hands on the asphalt. His eyes are rotating and flashing faster than a siren light on a police car. ”Uhh—Uhh—Uhh—“ I know this will make a perfect ending. I help my star stand up. I reach into his body and tie the intestine to the hip bone. I pull it and feel it tighten. It’s amazing what you can learn from an anatomy book.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I set the camera and say, “Smile.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The star does not smile. Oh well, a smile is not what my shady clients want. I take the intestine and pull, hoping it will not break. Tonight is my night! The star dangles in the air, and I take the final pictures.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I never have the same star in more than one film.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I turn him around and put the ice pick back in his neck. My stars always exit the alley by the trash dumpster.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As Shitty as New York is—why should they even think to relate the deaths to me?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><br /></p>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-18476131784032937292021-02-18T16:04:00.002-06:002021-02-18T16:04:58.752-06:00Buffy High Concept<p> <b> A High Concept Script and Synopsis</b></p><p>I read a synopsis and a script this morning that my friend wrote 13 years ago, and the High Concept partly was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I liked it! I wonder why he waited so long to give them to me. I guess I wasn't the chosen one—or am I?</p>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-78716116167443447202020-12-10T17:10:00.006-06:002020-12-10T17:18:20.119-06:00Who's Listening (narrated)<p> Here is a dark story I wrote, Who's Listening, that my friend Blake narrated. 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Wright <div><br /></div><div> The night was bitter, and the silence was deafening. The distant street and overhanging door lights above the back entrances to the cheap bars and shady broken bone gambling spots were the only lights that lit the alley. Loaded, my gun was ready.<br /> What had I gotten myself into? The blood from the gash on my side had soaked into my shirt. Drops of liquid fell onto my bare feet. It was from my elbow pressed against the blood-soaked fabric that stuck to my skin, or a few drops of rain that I hoped would bring me coolness. The infection had appeared.<br div="" nbsp="" /><div> The mini bio-storage box had to leave my body. The deal was too good to be true. They set me up—I was not a mule. The storage container held a cure to the pandemic—It had to end. </div><div> My phone vibrated—I answered it and heard no one. I saw a dog three doors down. The mutt dropped to the ground. The pain in the gash on my side pulsed. I wanted to scream in agony—the bio-storage box in my body crawled. It exited my side. I squirted blood against the brick wall that supported me. I opened my hand and watched as the container worked its way from my body and rested in my palm. </div><div> People in black suits appeared in the alleyway and walked toward me. I shouted, "Stop!" No one listened. I pulled the trigger. I watched four of the men in black as they fell. I paused and thought to myself as I watched the men in black as they raised from the ground one by one—"I am so fucked." </div><div> I unloaded the rest of the shells from my clip. The men never stopped. I could see the whites of their eyes. The one in the middle extended his arm and opened his hand. My phone vibrated—I reached in my blood-soaked pocket and pulled out my phone—heard nothing. I smiled. They dropped like dogs. My wounded side glowed brightly and healed. The bio-storage box disappeared. The bank app opened on my phone monitor and completed the transfer. </div><div><br /></div><div> "Bullshit," says a voice questionably. </div><div> I look at the three guys sitting at the bar and tell them, "Buy me another beer, and I will tell you what phone number called me."</div></div></div>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-60463707812315176102020-12-07T20:36:00.001-06:002020-12-07T20:36:32.631-06:00Creative<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaUtDbXW0snFQRgk0khxbz9aYjh48Q_hIv_cEPKKkCHSBqkPXqUatVsPi4PJ39g2ee_kI9qA8oON4mCR7Go4yJazlhVcKR1Le0h-px3Od1eiKrZM77CIq1FDvhHL0Q5PXOjB6UAPGb0kC/s1080/IMG_20201207_192801_771.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaUtDbXW0snFQRgk0khxbz9aYjh48Q_hIv_cEPKKkCHSBqkPXqUatVsPi4PJ39g2ee_kI9qA8oON4mCR7Go4yJazlhVcKR1Le0h-px3Od1eiKrZM77CIq1FDvhHL0Q5PXOjB6UAPGb0kC/s400/IMG_20201207_192801_771.jpg"/></a></div>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-78788247017318948602020-10-15T15:41:00.000-05:002020-10-15T15:41:15.808-05:00Read my Flash Fiction!!!<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please read my flash fiction story that is perfect for October.</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">Who's Listening</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://BookHip.com/GRGDRD">https://BookHip.com/GRGDRD</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r3grw69ZwvQZoeY3NNXf1qN41Wxtt3JasVz3fk1cYSAULbaiK1mB-F7Uj1WuqbMRgWcmQ4DDW7v7APaywl3xT_oUDhPd4z1L_57oWGuqZty7yxYQUT00-ODE-OK-maq8yXISte3Qz2a0/s1374/IMG_20201014_095157_785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4r3grw69ZwvQZoeY3NNXf1qN41Wxtt3JasVz3fk1cYSAULbaiK1mB-F7Uj1WuqbMRgWcmQ4DDW7v7APaywl3xT_oUDhPd4z1L_57oWGuqZty7yxYQUT00-ODE-OK-maq8yXISte3Qz2a0/s320/IMG_20201014_095157_785.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div>WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-63717317448815891432020-08-31T14:02:00.004-05:002020-08-31T14:11:30.285-05:00Christmas without Santa (Free Download)<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you like Horror stories/films with just enough Gore that makes it to where some scenes are so memorable that you have a hard time forgetting them? 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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "What's wrong with you two morons," She says as she slams the door.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> The house was ransacked, and blood splatters strewn across the walls. Rick and I each take a seat to rest or bones while we watch her continue what she was doing before she saved our asses.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Who is she,” I ask Rick, never taking my eyes off her.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “How in the hell do I know,” says Rick.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Well she lives next door to you, ” I say.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “No, she doesn't… Tom lives here,” says Rick as he slowly glides his eyes across the splattered walls that are dripping blood in a few spots. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> He sees a tennis shoe attached to a leg coming from under the sofa sitting crooked to the wall halfway across the room. He taps me on the arm softly and points to the couch.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Is that your neighbor?” I say as Rick stares down at the tennis shoe and the leg saying nothing.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I nudge Rick on the arm and say quietly, ”Is that Tom?”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Rick stands up slowly, moves over to the backside of the couch and puts his hand over his mouth ready to puke. I can't help but watch Rick as his options have come to an end and clearly view what little food he had eaten in his emergency bunker shooting as projectiles from between his fingers.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "What's going on in there, " I hear the lady yell from the back of the house as I watch Rick spit what's left from his mouth and fling what hangs from his hand onto the wall covering dry specs of blood.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Rick," I say quietly as I motion with my hands for him to return. He shuffles back to his seat wiping the remainder off his hand onto his pant leg.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Rick and I sit curiously wondering who the lady maybe or simply what her name is. She has our weapons including the System Zero GPS device.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Do you have a secondary sidearm on you hidden anywhere?" Says Rick.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "No, what about you," I say.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Nothing for incapacitating her in an immediate response," says Rick, "what are you doing?"</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "I am trying to get a feed from the chip," I say as I tap on the chip behind my ear.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Come on Curtis," says Rick, "I didn't help design the chip but can guess it's only a receiver."</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Hold on a second," I say as I keep tapping on the chip.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Rick and I hear a small beep from the System Zero device sitting in the same room our protector, but also our captor is located.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Cut that out," she yells while still working on something we are clueless about in another room.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Who are you," I yell to her. We wait and hear nothing.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Yea, who are you lady," Rick yells.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> She walks back into the room we are sitting in and says, "I'm the only person you should be trusting right now." She throws me a strange looking pistol then throws the same type pistol to Rick.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I look at the gun she threw to me and say, "I don't get it."</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "I'm going to have to agree with my friend. I don't get it," says Rick</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Be careful with the firearms, they will go off," she says as we inspect them showing them no respect.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Lady they are made of plastic and are just toys," I say as I point the gun at Tom's tennis shoe his dead foot resides in to prove my argument. I pull the trigger.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I pause with a blank look on my face and stare at the so-called toy pistol.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Watch where you're pointing that thing," eagerly says Rick as he gestures his words.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “The guns are not toys,” she said,” they may resemble them but are in no way just toys.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I stand up and say, “Excuse me but who in the hell are you,” as I sternly look at her expecting nothing but the real answer.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “My name is Sherry, I am a bounty hunter,” she says.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “He sure looks dead to me,” Rick says with a smart ass tone in his voice.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Look guys, I am here to get collect as many items as possible from Tom’s 3D Printer,” she says.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I hold my gun pointing it toward her with my finger around the trigger. “Thanks for saving our lives outside but we need some answers and when I say answers I mean we need the whole story.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> She points at her gun safely not to pressure me into pulling the trigger on my gun and says, “Who’s gun killed the zombies?” Her gun looked exactly like the ones she had handed Rick and me.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;"> "Hey Curtis..." Says Rick in a slow and puzzled voice as he stares at the green light.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "Hold on I think I have something figured out on the System Zero Device," says Curtis as he presses the system transfer button on the outside of the device. The light behind Curtis's ear is flashing red.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "Yea!"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "Turn off the transfer to the satellite you have in progress right now.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "It will damage the files."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "No it won't, just turn the transfer off."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Rick has his eyes centered on the light behind Curtis's ear and watches it as it turns green simultaneously when Curtis presses the transfer button. Out of curiosity, Rick touches the green light with his finger causing a small electrical discharge on the tip of his finger. Withdrawing his finger as fast as the electrical charge entered, he opens his eyes in amazement as Curtis quickly jerks his whole body away from him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "What the," yelled Curtis, "what are you doing?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "Were you ever given an RFID chip?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "We both were, but you know they took them out because of a faulty output in the chips that were harmful to the carrier's health."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> "Were you ever given another chip? Like, say, maybe an NTC(Neural Transfer Chip)?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> The conversation between Curtis and Rick is an education they are shocked they had never invited before, but the discussion is not their immediate conflict. Fifteen feet across the culdesac a bone rubbing, joint cracking undertone starts to occur but never attracts their attention. The sound begins to elevate as five of the corpses on the road rise craving substance. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Out of the corner of his eye, Curtis slowly watches the corpses stand to pop their wrist, arm, knee, ankle and jaw joints. The dry blood around their mouths starts to liquefy and drip from their teeth.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “Rick I think we should finish this conversation later, ” says Curtis as he puts his hand on Ricks’ shoulder.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Rick squints his eyes looking at Curtis while pulling his head back with his neck, Rick says, "No… Curtis you have a flashing light embedded in your head,” he turns so Curtis can see behind his ear, “are there any flashing lights?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Curtis palms the top of Ricks’ head and turns it to see the oncoming corpses, and Rick says, "That's impossible, how the…”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Curtis and Rick walk backward stumbling over a few of the dead corpses still lying on the road. After gaining traction, the two of them are hanging on to each other and facing the row of houses on the opposite side of the culdesac and run.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “For what?”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “For what you did with it at my house!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “That was for one of them, not five!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “You seem to have learned how to work the thing fast in my house so start thinking!”</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> The house that lies on the path which Curtis and Rick are running appears to be vacant like most the houses on the street. But this house abruptly changes its vacancy when the front door is kicked open from the inside out, and the inhabitant is wielding a pistol. The occupant raises her gun, and says, “Duck, boys.”</span></span></div>
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<br />WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-25750739696474338752019-03-06T17:12:00.001-06:002019-03-06T17:13:45.705-06:00Your Favorite Story Genre?<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #ffffff; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Episode One</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I hit the floor, not thinking about what I would land on before I jumped. The System Zero GPS hit the ground first, and I followed by falling on top of it. Knowing how fragile technology sometimes can be, my body nor my brain seemed to remember that when I was lunging through the air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I roll over wondering what Curtis was warning me on. Andy, the butcher, form the local grocery two blocks over, stands over me looking like had he the crap beat out of him. His canine teeth are dripping blood. I pull my pistol from its holster and unload the low capacity clip into Andys's body in an assortment of locations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Each bullet enters Andy's body, and he never bleeds. They absorb into his flesh. Andy does not look the way he did before he absorbed the shots. He looks stronger. Why!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> “Curtis…” I say with a puzzled sound in my voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I'm still watching Andy, and the confusion in his eyes is frightening on its own. I shake The System Zero GPS.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> “Curtis, can you hear me?” I say raising my voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I shake the GPS harder and watch the screen power down. I glide my eyes from the screen watching Andy move closer as I lay on my back crawling backward. Thinking I may have hope, I feel the blood drop from his teeth on to my leg. I keep crawling backward. He grabs my foot and my faith. I squint my eyes shut and yell, "Help!!!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> The front door of my house is kicked open; my eyes shut, but the sound is unmistakable. I open my eyes and see Curtis standing on the opposite side of the den holding an attachment to his GPS looking like a gun.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Don't shoot!" I yelled, knowing the bullet would be my death ticket.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Curtis holds his System Zero GPS eye level and says, "Hold on to your guts."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Curtis types a code. A digital claw, the size of a human hand and molting red hot flies from the back of The System Zero GPS connected gun followed by an attached digital chain entering Andy square in his back. Not sure of the outcome or even actually what is going on, I watch the chain and claw withdraws from his back, and before it reaches The System Zero GPS gun, it turns white hot annihilating </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">any existence of Andy's heart or blood. I stare in amazement as I watch Andy fall lifeless and motionless at my feet. Curtis throws me a towel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "You might want to get his blood off your skin. If it soaks in and gets into your bloodstream your screwed," says Curtis.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "What the..." I say, frantically getting Andy's blood off my legs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I can't help myself but watch Curtis as I thoroughly get the remaining part of Andy's blood off my legs. He is inspecting his GPS intensely. Like he seems to know something about it from out of nowhere.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "How did you know how to make The System Zero GPS be able to do what you just did?" I say.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "First you have to check this out," he says, as he motions me to the front door. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> He pushes back the door that barely hangs on its hinges and steps aside. I slowly look around the door frame not wanting to have the same incident I just had with Andy but what I see laying in the street is a whole army of dead humans that look precisely like Andy. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I wonder what the hell happened as each day passed. I took refuge in the small square fallout shelter that was placed in my house by my employer. Hopefully, Rick did the same. I have not spoken with Rick in 5 days, the day all hell broke loose, and I am starting to get Closter phobic in my small 8x8 emergency cell. I am glad today is the day our emergency manual says we can exit the shelters to search for answers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I push open the door wearing my emergency approved gas mask carrying the System Zero GPS and am overwhelmed with an avalanche of ashes that fill the shelter. The ash kills my half ate odd-tasting vegan Danish pastry, five days of those things just for breakfast can make cabin fever show its crazy face even faster. I guess that was the silver lining.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Can anyone hear me..." Blares The System Zero GPS as I lay it on the floor exiting the fallout shelter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> The System Zero GPS did not activate itself until it was out of the shelter due to the massively shielded walls which would not allow any satellite signals to feed through. I grab the GPS, "Who is this?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "What do you mean who is this. Five days and you forgot my name? No wonder a one night stand is a long-lasting relationship for you.”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> " Rick?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Yeah...."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Where are you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> " Press the 'Home Button' on your GPS."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> The screen lights up on my GPS and freezes on an activation screen with an input box. "What is..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Press the input box and speak your daily work password."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "KermitTotes9mm..." I say hopefully.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "What's up with you and the Muppets?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Shit...'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Did it work?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "No, " I say with disgust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Try you clearance badge code, " says Rick questionably.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Kermit22986..." I say as the screen on the GPS begins to flicker.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I see Rick on the screen smiling at me. "Wow, I'm impressed with the high HD compression codec it is using."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Yeah that's hard not to notice, " says Rick.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I keep my eyes on the screen and notice the layout in Rick's house is an exact duplicate of mine, minus a few colors and pictures. Time stops for me, as I start thinking: I remember when I was younger and myself despising conformism, and how I live now. I blow it off by consoling my thoughts, "You gotta give a little to make a little."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Did you say something, " says Rick.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "I was just thinking out loud, " I say.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I still have my eyes glued to the screen on the surroundings of Rick in his house, and I notice someone walk across the hallway behind him. Or was that maybe a shadow from a possible flickering light? Questioning what it might be, I turn and look into my house as some of the emergency lights are flickering. They seem to have invited a whole circus of shadows into my home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thinking nothing of it, I turn back to the GPS screen and see the shadow in Rick's hallway once again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> "Rick I didn't know you had company..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> The shadow is shedding its darkness with every step, the closer it gets. The puzzled look on Rick's face slowly vanishes as his eyes see mine. With no question, he lunges forward as the figure reaches for him with blood stains on its mouth and the look of death in its eyes.</span><br />
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<br />WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-50266428397961918452019-01-24T12:59:00.000-06:002019-01-24T13:11:15.221-06:00Behind The Door<br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> I feel like today</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;">, oddly enough, is going to be a great day. My TV is flickering a tad, but I tap the side of it, and it clears up as usual. My coffee is hot with the perfect amount of monk fruit in it, and just a touch of almond milk to give it that creamy taste that makes it perfect.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> After doing my morning start me up, I reach over and hit the start button on my computer. My Vaio computer still uses Windows 7 and runs perfect, but has a lag time that seems to test my patience sometimes. I took a drink of coffee, and my login screen finally appears. Type in my password and watch it start logging in as I surf through some of my favorite morning channels on TV. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> I rotate my chair to the desk and watch the icons start appearing on the desktop screen one by one. I double click the icon that resembles Animal from the Muppets. Animal! Even though I am in my lower 30's I am still entertained by the Muppets crazy antics. As I watch the Animal Icon enlarge, I am expecting another login screen. The large icon disappears, and the screen goes black. Not sure for the difficulty or reason why my work software is not running. I wait... After 30 seconds I hear a voice yelling my name from somewhere outside my house.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Curtis," yells Rick.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> I open my window and hear Rick my neighbor yelling my name, "Curtis...".</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "What," I yell back. Not really disgusted but pissed at watching my computer do nothing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Is your computer messing up?" He yells in my direction.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> Rick, and I work for the same company. We are both located in the same area because of the high intelligence in our work. When I say intelligence, I am stressing the term to mean security at a high level. We are both contracted for work in the private industry, but monitored at a level as great as or higher than the information we work with.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Are they updating the O.S.," I reply.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "If so, I never received a memo," yells Rick.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Me neither," I yell as I swallow from my cup of coffee. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> I start to smell smoke for some reason, not clear on what it was.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Hold on a minute Rick." </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> As I start walking through my office, everything looks fine, but I look at my computer, and the hard drive is billowing smoke from under its outer casing. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Rick, power down and turn your wifi off. Our security has been compromised."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> The constant humming alarm sound of the emergency broadcast system on a TV or radio station is an individual sound that is highly recognizable, and that's what I start hearing. I walk in front of the TV hoping to see if there may be problems elsewhere and hear the exact noise start emitting from my smartphone. Turning on the screen, I watch smoke flow from every port and drop the phone.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Curtis... Curtis..." yells Rick.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> Before I can turn around and face the window. I can feel the house shake. The shake was obviously a tremor from an earthquake or an enormous blast from a distance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "Rick, you ok?" I yell and stick my head out the window.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: white;"> "I'm fine Curtis... Look at the sky," he yells. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"> We both hear nothing but an oncoming wind </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">in the distance like a locomotive at high-speed barely able to stay on the rails with no breaks and watch the sky turn black.</span></span></div>
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WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-35650997706808066672019-01-09T18:18:00.000-06:002019-01-09T18:18:02.525-06:00Read Midnight Gore For Free On Kindle Unlimited!<span style="font-size: large;">Read Midnight Gore: Bloody Christmas and Midnight Gore: The Serial Killer Newsletter for free on Amazon with Kindle Unlimited!</span><br />
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WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-86024603454087694692018-12-24T13:29:00.000-06:002018-12-24T13:45:10.702-06:00Midnight Gore: Bloody Christmas: Short Stories of Holiday Horrors<span style="color: white; font-family: "segoe ui" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">Midnight Gore Has released a Christmas book called Midnight Gore: Bloody Christmas: Short Stories of Holiday Horrors and is on Amazon in ebook $1.99 and paperback $4.99. The stories are not your normal Christmas stories and yes they have gore in each story. #Horror #Gore</span></span><br />
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WriterMDWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059930795355664118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2412200853968132753.post-29613911848002890562018-12-24T13:19:00.000-06:002018-12-24T13:45:25.799-06:00 Midnight Gore: The Serial Killer Newsletter: Short Stories from the minds of killers<span style="color: white; font-size: large;">The Serial Killer Newsletter is now under the title Midnight Gore: The Serial Killer Newsletter: Short Stories from the minds of killers for issues in ebook $1.99 or paperback $4.99, your choice, on Amazon and has all the back issue stories into one book. #Horror #Gore </span><br />
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